The Cravers

36. The Hostess Hates Me Pt.2

DIANA'S POV

With no words to say, I took few seconds to stare at the entranced lovers and felt sick to my stomach. 

Of course he was like this. Kingley Scott chasing girls and hooking up with them in every occasion. I felt mortified and jealous as I sped forward trying not to mind the situation. Disappointment landed in me and I ran after Brenda.

"Brenda!"

She didn't stop. I gazed around me to see if anyone was in the streets but only lonely couples taking a walk in the breezy night. "Brenda, wait!" I managed to run faster in my heels and I gained upon her.

Finally reaching, I gripped her arm. "Okay, you stop right there!" I blared. But my voice softened when I saw her tear jerked face. "Oh, God. Brenda."

"L-let me go. I don't belong there."

"I'm sorry. So sorry. I was lost in the moment and I forgot that you had feelings for him. Please, listen to me."

"It's okay, I'm not mad." She shrugged, trying to escape me. She didn't look at my face even once. I completely felt like a lost puppy. 

 There was dark cloud around the membranes of her brain and I felt like she was going to tell me something. She came here to confess a secret, but what?

"You wanted to tell me something." I prompted sternly. "Come on. We can sit behind the yard, tell me about it."

She sniffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She never looked so beautiful in her blue maxi skirt. "No."

I huffed, "I know I hurt you. I know, babe. But Brenda. It's not what you think. I am not interested in Jake like that nor will I ever be." I rose her chin to meet her eyes. "There was a spell."

She fluttered her dark lashes in surprise. "What's that?"

"Jake was under a spell." I lamented. "Now come, I know a place where we can sit down."

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"So you have recurring dreams?" I asked her incredulously.

"No," she shook her head, "they are nightmares."

I looked around the balcony that overlooked the quiet city lights, we claimed one of the porches and swung slowly. There was no loud noises except the muffled rowdiness on the party floor; it was serene. "Go ahead." I nudged her gently.

She cleared her throat, attempting to swallow the doubt in her, I could sense it very clearly. Odd, very odd, she was a leaking mess with her emotions and thoughts, penetrating through her mind was easier than walking...

"I-I have been having these for a while now. Edith said dreams were normal, they are the reminders of your past, but I have no past." she worried. "But the truth is that, I don't think they are normal." A tear teetered on the edge of her dark eye rims.

 I knitted my brows together. "Are you okay?" I produced a tissue from my pocket.

She thanked me and dabbed at her eyes. "I'm sorry, Diana. I know I look pathetic but the things I have been seeing took a toll on my life lately." She breathed, panting hollowly. "Every night, it starts with black smoke, every night, it is in a different era, a different place but nonetheless--the smoke. The smoke almost always becomes a man," here her voice dropped. "I am afraid of him."

My interest piqued I willed  her to go on.

"He begins talking to me in cryptic messages, I don't know his name but he is powerful. It's like he has a magnetic pull but its not pleasing, he finds my torture satisfying."